[ There's nearly another shriek to attack his poor receptors when he decides, oh no big deal, let's just hover for a while. This is not the way to teach her the things he can do! There are much saner ways to do it!
On the bright side, it gives her time to readjust in his arms and end the resort's worst (and probably its only aerial) handjob. Shockingly, clinging to a dick doesn't make one feel very secure when they're on a surprise flight. Also good? It keeps her from being distracted when she gets scolded, as she so rightfully deserves.
She gulps down another round of shrieks while digesting what he's said. Way to make her feel bad...as she so rightfully deserves. ]
I see.
[ The last of her bratty pouting fades, and she's left looking ashamed. She'd facepalm and mutter to herself about how stupid she's been, but she doesn't want lubricant all over her face. ]
Sorry... [ She squirms, then turns her body to thunk her forehead against his chest as a satisfactory substitute for smacking lubricant on herself. ] I think I'm starting to realize how much this place is affecting me...
[ As if she has any idea of who she normally is in the first place! But, at the very least, she knows she shouldn't be throwing herself at her closest friend like she has been. To do all this, especially after she bemoaned the worry of knowing people only in the sheets! She slumps, bonking her forehead on him a little more. ]
Is there some way I can make it up to you?
[ Like by touching his spi--shut up, brain! That's how they got into this mess in the first place! ]
Maybe we could pet a lot of bunnies? Instead of, you know...
[ Instead of fucking like them, she means. Consider it a peace offering, even if she's really fighting the urge to hound him for the answer he hasn't given. ]
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On the bright side, it gives her time to readjust in his arms and end the resort's worst (and probably its only aerial) handjob. Shockingly, clinging to a dick doesn't make one feel very secure when they're on a surprise flight. Also good? It keeps her from being distracted when she gets scolded, as she so rightfully deserves.
She gulps down another round of shrieks while digesting what he's said. Way to make her feel bad...as she so rightfully deserves. ]
I see.
[ The last of her bratty pouting fades, and she's left looking ashamed. She'd facepalm and mutter to herself about how stupid she's been, but she doesn't want lubricant all over her face. ]
Sorry... [ She squirms, then turns her body to thunk her forehead against his chest as a satisfactory substitute for smacking lubricant on herself. ] I think I'm starting to realize how much this place is affecting me...
[ As if she has any idea of who she normally is in the first place! But, at the very least, she knows she shouldn't be throwing herself at her closest friend like she has been. To do all this, especially after she bemoaned the worry of knowing people only in the sheets! She slumps, bonking her forehead on him a little more. ]
Is there some way I can make it up to you?
[ Like by touching his spi--shut up, brain! That's how they got into this mess in the first place! ]
Maybe we could pet a lot of bunnies? Instead of, you know...
[ Instead of fucking like them, she means. Consider it a peace offering, even if she's really fighting the urge to hound him for the answer he hasn't given. ]